Description: This man stands a little under 5'7" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He wears a brown collared shirt and blue pants. He accessorizes with a violet scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. His deerstalker hat is riddled with cuts and holes. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Rolf is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Rolf was born in the south. At a young age he loved to build and create. Being born in the south, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the south for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way east. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: Regain custody of his daughter; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Justice, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears a tan armored body suit, with a simple yellow line shooting up and back down. His black hair is cut short. His eyes are gray and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: Wymar was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. In his 19th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his mother impaled in their home, and his father beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Sage. He hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Shy, Fearful. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 7000 cp.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. He has dyed his greying white hair a little too much giving a sharp white color. His skin is flawless and his hazel eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He has always had a great fascination with Human culture. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: Human compassion.

Flaws: Racist, Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Barber

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. He wears his golden hair up. His blue eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: Sold as a small child to a wizard, Manfred was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Mentor, Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 28000 sp.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears a red armored body suit, with a simple pastel line shooting up and back down. His chestnut hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a small hat. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. A freak accident while working with his Spice Merchant father left him crippled. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and wants to raise his children well

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Shy, Disease. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 600 sp. Tourmaline (140 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.